Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster;
The wanna be dapper don, don john on
The wall, i said: i'm your biggest fan
Next to my little brother paul.
He losing his grip, man, like pesci, he'd flip
And you talk to his brother he says he
Always planned this trip
He wasn't oky-dokie running around like
Don quixote, trying to free a man he
Didn't even know b.
He had the roots and he bought the suits
And the boys didn't like him to tell you the truth
He had "j.g." on his pinky ring and he
Lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing
Flipped one fine summer afternoon
He told his brother paulie, something had to be done soon.
He took paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the
Coup de ville to illinois.
La-di da-di, free john gotti
La-di da-di, la-di
La-di da-di, free john gotti
The king of new york, man, the king of new york (2x)
He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club
Two sticks of dynamite and a .38 snub
He went see the don, without an invitation
Stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion
They were waving picket signs, the c.o. saw a nine;
And only paulie go away with the skin on his behind.
Back in the borough the cops are acting
Thorough; they raided franky's room
That's when they saw his bureau; upon it was a note,
With a rhyme that was dope, about
How he was breaking john out and how he couldn't cope.
It said, "i don't fly coach, never save the roach,
The king of new york". (2x)
"i never fly coach, never save the roach, the king of new york".
La-di da-di, free john gotti
La-di da-di, la-di
La-di da-di, free john gotti
The king of new york, man, the king of new york (4x)
The king of new york (12x)
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